JUPITER Big Girls Don't Cry

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  1. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    @Remi Lièvremont | @Antumbralite

    Violet wasn't sure how long the OPA crew had been gone since she'd been moved to the clinic deep in the belly of the Io station, tucked away between the proper levels. Her condition was mostly stable though Sparrow insisted that she stay in bed, not that Violet was in any position to argue -- she could barely summon the strength necessary to lift her head off the pillow. The hair at the nape of her neck was itchy and starting to get tangled from the sweat and being constantly pressed against the coarse fabric. To call it irritating was putting it lightly.

    She'd only just started to drift into another restless sleep when the relative quiet of the clinic was horrendously interrupted.

    Nearly a dozen people burst through the door. A cacophony of raised voices, wails of frightened children, the indistinguishable groans of injured men and women filled the small space at once. The scent of wet blood choked the air nearly causing Violet to gag. Her senses were quickly overwhelmed from the harsh transition and her brain struggled to make any sense of what was happening.

    At first, she didn't immediately recognize any of the faces.

    She tried to sit up a little in the bed, forcing her trembling arms to support her weight so that she could get a better view of what was going on around her. A small group had clustered around a particular bed and Violet could see the vivid purple of Sparrow's hair while she tended to whoever it was who'd been the worst off. The others who weren't as seriously wounded were guided to their own beds.

    Where's Remi? Where's Keith? Wren?

    Her mind scrambled to find a face that she knew.

    The crowd around the bed at the opposite end of the clinic parted briefly, and Violet caught a glimpse of familiar tattoos -- Wren. Her stomach twisted painfully at the sight, but she still couldn't find Remi or Keith.

    When her green eyes finally found a familiar face, it wasn't relief that washed over her, but a bone-chilling fear.

    Doctor Cardinale stood in the middle of the room, apart from the crowd. There was blood on his smock and hands, but he stood perfectly still, staring at Violet with a wide grin on his thin face. His glasses were slightly askew on his nose and his wispy pale hair stuck out in every direction. If she didn't know better, he would have been rather comical to look at ... but instead, he was menacing.

    "They really do have you..." He whispered, stepping towards her. "Thank god."
     
  2. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi felt lost. He wasn't really part of this moving thing that was the OPA cell. Despite flying the ship he was the one trying to follow. They needed to move the children away from this. The soldiers, or freedom fighters or whatever they were, were still finishing the mission. They were looking after their wounded and making sure everyone was accounted for.

    He spoke quietly and no one listened. Chloe might have, but she was held down to a bed with someone trying to look at her wounds.

    Without even thinking about it his eyes followed Cardinale's gaze to Violet. He saw the doctor's grin. What it was doing to Violet froze him to the spot.

    "Oi!" went Remi as he took a step towards Violet, finally finding his voice. Two long strides and he wrapped his fingers around the doctor's arm. A tug span cardinale around to face him.

    "Wounded need tending to, ya?" Remi wasn't an imposing figure but his voice was laced with anger. He waited until that had settled in. The man turned his head back and forth, looking for Wren. They would need him to look at Violet, but not now. Not amid the chaos when every single thing he did couldn't be scrutinised.

    "Get kids out of here?" Remi suggested, stepping into the path of one of the largest men. It sickened Remi that several of the children clung to a nurse and looked at their rescuers in horror. They probably trusted the scientists who had been murdering them for their scientific experiments.

    Remi headed straight for Violet's bedside. He hadn't come here to become a freedom fighter. He had come here from desperation, but his resolve to fly the mission had come from her.

    "We got them," he told her, though it was rather obvious now.
     
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  3. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    It wasn't until Remi sent the doctor away to work that Violet was able to relax. Her body eased into the pillow behind her and she even managed to smile up at the tall belter -- she was exhausted, but still in good spirits, as per usual for her.

    "I'm glad you're okay, I was worried." She finally managed to say after a brief pause, trying to find the right words to say and then decide which ones were the most important to utter first.

    That was the hard truth of the matter. She'd been terrified that something might have happened and the relief she felt now knowing the others were safe was palpable. She reached a hand out and gently tugged at the belter's sleeve, feeling the compulsion to touch him to make sure that he wasn't just a figment of her imagination induced by the fever.

    While the two of them spoke, the large man that Remi had stopped earlier carefully ushered the newly rescued children into the next room, speaking to them in a low, reassuring voice. Once the children were relocated, the room's noise level dropped considerably though there was still the tense sense of urgency on the other side of the clinic where Chloe was.

    Violet's attention darted in that direction and then back up to meet Remi's face.

    "How bad is it?" She asked in a low voice.
     
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  4. Remi Lièvremont

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    Whilst she only gave a gentle tug the lanky belter leaned over her bed and wrapped her in his arms. Standing straight again he left a hand over her forearm and smiled back.

    Violet didn't deserve this. He wasn't sure if it was just her demeanour but he couldn't help thinking again that she shouldn't have been put through this. She had a slightly sickly, sweaty smell that worried him, but he doubted he smelled much better right now.

    "I don't know," he answered honestly. "We lost a few in there. She was shot, but managed to walk out of there."

    The smile turned into a frown. Voices were raised around Chloe and he didn't want to go over there and get in anyone's way. Whether her leaving mostly on her own two feet was a sign of the damage or her stubborn resolve he didn't now.

    "How are you holding up?"
     
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  5. Violet

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    The gentle embrace from the belter had been unexpected, but it was something that she'd been in desperate need of for some time. She took a deep breath through her nose and held it in until the man stepped back, resting his hand on her forearm. It was always something of a pleasant surprise to be reminded of just how comforting a simple touch could be.

    Her lips pursed slightly and her brow knitted together with concern when Remi explained that Wren had been shot.

    "I'm..." She paused, trying to decide which polite phrase would be best suited to the question he'd poised, but she quickly gave up the attempt at pretending everything was alright. "I'm not really... holdin' up."

    Being honest left her feeling rather vulnerable, but she felt as though it needed to be said.

    "But, I'm hangin' in there." She added, offering a tired smile as she comfortingly brushed her thumb against the underside of his wrist.

    "You didnae have to do any of this... thank you. For everything." She murmured, resting her head back against the pillow. Her lips parted as though she was about to continue, but she was interrupted by a new commotion coming from Wren's bedside. Violet's attention turned to the small crowd with a worried expression settling over her features.

    The petite figure of Chloe's adoptive daughter, Sparrow, was flailing her arms dramatically over the bed in an effort to drive most of the crowd back. She didn't say any words, but the frustrated sounds she was making was enough to get most of her intent across. Her fingers contorted and weaved into intricate shapes and quick movements, far too fast for Violet to properly follow. One of the guards seemed to understand whatever it was Sparrow was conveying and he quickly shifted to crowd control.

    "Alright guys, we're not helping. Let's give the docs some space to work. C'mon." He grabbed anyone who wasn't a medic and shoved them gruffly towards the doorway that led into the waiting room up front.

    This left Sparrow working with Dr. Cardinale and a machine on a cart with various wires running out the front of the plastic box. Wisps of smoke rose up from Chloe's torso every so often, which was soon followed by the distinct scent of charred meat. Violet quickly realized that they were meticulously cauterizing Chloe's stomach wound from the inside out.

    Nick lingered nearby, an unreadable scowl etched into his stern features as he leaned against the wall with one shoulder, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't about to leave Sparrow and Chloe alone with the monster that pretended to be a doctor.
     
  6. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi hadn't thought much about giving Violet a hug. Once it was reciprocated he thought about just how alone and frightened she must have been here. The friends she had were on another base, possibly never to come back. No one had really explained to her what was happening to her body.

    "Im ta nating," he replied with a shrug. "Just did the flying. Still scared me witless just listening to what they were doing."

    Remi had never really believed in karma. He did prescribe to any religion that said you had to weigh up your good and bad deeds for a judgement when you breathed your last. It still felt good to do something for someone else for once. To come out of his bitter thoughts of the past and bemoaning his current life. Not that he would go back to that life. He desperately needed to fly a real ship again. There was no point complaining about it any more.

    Remi fell silent, distracted by the events in the room. It made him feel quesy to be so close to what was happening at the other end of the room. They were all just moving parts and fluids. Surgery was akin to an engineer working on a ship. He turned away sharply.

    "Get you anything? Food or drink? We'll get answers out of them soon enough for you."
     
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  7. Violet

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    Violet raised her left arm slightly and gestured to the IV that was taped to the back of her hand, then shook her head ever so slightly.

    "Na, Sparrow's had me hooked up on fluids for a few hours... I'm nae hungry." She explained in her softly lilted accent.

    She paused for a moment, suddenly feeling quite ill. Her jaw locked together to keep the bile that rose in her throat down as she rolled onto one side. The nausea lingered over her, refusing to let her draw in a breath for several seconds.

    She pawed at the air, gesturing for Remi to come closer. "I dinnae feel so good... can you... can you help me to the bathroom?" She asked through grit teeth.

    There was no need to mention the pain she was in as she didn't want to frighten the belter, or distract the only two doctors in the room from their impromptu surgery. If she thought she had the strength to walk to the bathroom herself, she would have just sent Remi off to go find them both something to eat since she could tell how uncomfortable he was in the room.

    Then a sharper pain struck her, like being punched in the gut and she doubled over, giving a soft groan.

    Something was wrong.
     
  8. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi was already feeling slightly panicked looking at the drip hanging next to her bed and thinking of the logistics of getting it to the bathroom. When Violet bent over in pain he froze.

    "Erm..." his brain took another heartbeat to catch up. Remi looked around, gaze settling on the stack of metal bed pans. They seemed old fashioned, but the belt had plenty of metal to offer up, but no plastic and no wood.

    He darted and grabbed one, knocking one of the others to the ground. It bounced and span making an enormous amount of noise.

    Remi shoved it in front of Violet and placed a hand on her shoulder.

    "You need this?" he asked rapidly, assuming she was moments from throwing up. He looked over his shoulder, looking for someone who might know what to do right now. He did not.
     
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  9. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith hesitated in the Albatross' berth while the others rushed into the station. Chloe was being moved to her clinic -- as a patient, for once. He imagined Violet would still be there, as well as Sparrow, coordinating the operations of the clinic in their absence. The people Keith cared most about; wounded, sick, and overwhelmed... and yet the solitude had won out.

    He found himself sitting on the deck, his back against a cool, metal wall. The Alby rested in front of him, creaking and hissing from the shutdown procedure. He dropped the helmet of his vac suit he forgot he was holding. It clanged as it landed, rolling like an egg before it came to rest. Keith realized he was shaking.

    He knew by now it was not trauma, but the come-down from adrenaline. Once Keith grew accustomed to the chaos, gore, and violence of a combat situation, it remained as the one aspect that never relented in kicking his ass. Not too long ago, he would have drugged himself into a coma to sleep it off. The temptation was still there, and likely always would be. That was a combat situation Keith doubted he would ever get accustomed to.

    He exhaled entirely. As much as Keith wanted his solitude and desired his space, his family needed him more. He rose to his feet, knees cracking, and sauntered off to the clinic.

    @Violet
    @Remi Lièvremont
    @Chloe Emerson
     
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  10. Violet

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    Violet rapidly shook her head as Remi produced the bedpan, holding it close to her face. The nausea was not what was causing her to contort in the bed, but the pain in her lower abdomen. She clutched at the belter's long forearm, fingers curling tightly around the sleeve of his jacket as she shook her head a second time.

    "N-no..." She grunted to him, trying to pull herself out of the bed.

    Nick picked his head up, seeming to notice that something was wrong on the other side of the room. A deeper frown touched his scowling features and he reluctantly walked away from Sparrow and Cardinale to investigate.

    "What's wrong?" He demanded in a gruff voice.

    The doctor paused in his work to look over towards Violet's bed, clearly more interested in the events unfolding there than the work of saving a woman's life. His head tilted slightly to the side, trying to peer around the two belters that stood near the bed.

    Another visceral bloom of pain lanced through Violet's core and she gave a soft cry. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ above..." She growled out through grit teeth.

    "Such a waste..." Cardinale muttered to himself, then reluctantly turned back to his work.
     
  11. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi hadn't the faintest idea who 'H Roosevelt' was, but if she was managing to extend her expletives through the pain it was pain. The cry that preceeded it had his heart leap up his throat.

    He was useless here. Completely and utterly useless. Remi had one skill which he had put to use and it was going to be too late.

    He turned towards Nick, some of the colour having gone from his own face. Violet was gripping his arm hard enough to hurt but he laid his free hand over hers gently.

    "Has to be someone around who can look at her?" he asked him. His eyes flicked towards the group still around Chloe. If he had to, he would grab some of their enforcers and kidnap an innocent local doctor.
     
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  12. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith entered the clinic, and almost instantly regretted doing so. He made eye contact with Sparrow, who gave him a grim smile before turning her attention back to someone in a lab coat. Keith had no idea who the person was. He scanned the room, quickly locating Violet, Remi, and one of Chloe's toughs on the opposite side. Nick? Was that his name? The two men were at Violet's bedside as she wrenched in pain, and Keith's heart sunk into his stomach.

    Even as he pushed through the bustle of bodies in the room, he could tell she was not looking any better than when he had last saw her. Their incursion into the Io experimental labs had best not have been for nothing. Well, not nothing. They did evacuate what victims they could, but Keith only cared about finding a cure for Violet's condition, brutal as it may sound. When he reached the bed, he saw Violet had a vice grip on Remi's arm. Her cries of pain were worse than anything he witnessed on the mission they had just returned from.

    Taking a seat on the edge of the mattress she was curled up on, Keith laid a gentle hand on her back. "I'm here," he said, barely louder than a whisper. "Not going anywhere, sesata." His eyes drifted up to Remi and Nick. "What can I do?" Before they could answer, he shot another glance around the room, ending with a frown. "Where's Wren?"
     
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  13. Violet

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    Nick stared at Keith for a moment, then gestured with a jerk of his head over to the table where Sparrow and Dr. Cardinale were working. He didn't say anything else on the matter of Wren as he turned his sharp gaze back down to the struggling earther that writhed on the bed in front of him.

    "Not without a doctor." He said finally, then walked back to the other table without another word.

    Violet turned her gaze to Keith and she managed the faintest of smiles. She'd been worried that he'd been killed or left behind. It was good to know that he was here, and that he was okay.

    She tried to pull herself out of the bed, swinging her legs off the side of the table. When she went to put her weight onto her feet, her knees nearly gave out beneath her and she felt another sharp lance of agony pierce through her. She grasped at Remi, clutching at his arm and shoulder to keep from falling down all together.

    Sparrow glanced up for a brief moment, a pained expression on her face. She wanted to help, but she couldn't afford to leave her mother.

    Something hot and wet ran down the inside of Violet's thighs. Blood. It soaked through the fabric of her hospital gown, spreading out over the white fabric like spilled ink.

    The younger medic gestured frantically to Nick, indicating that he was to keep his full attention on Cardinale. She rushed over to Keith and Remi, putting a hand on Keith's shoulder to get his attention. Silently, she pointed over to the autodoc on the opposite side of the room. There wasn't time to type out a message on her hand terminal for them to hear. There may not have been anything she could do for Violet's baby, but she could make sure the woman didn't die.
     
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  14. Remi Lièvremont

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    When Remi looked down at the rapidly expanding strain the colour drained from his own face. He felt as if he didn't have the strength to remain on his own two feet, let alone hold up Violet who still desperately clung to him.

    Remi knew what would come next. It was selfish, but he didn't want to be a part of it. He didn't want to see the pain that was inevitably ahead. He didn't want to experience it all first hand. His knees wobbled.

    Following the colorful medic's arm Remi looked to the autodoc ahead. In the same manner as he did when under extreme g-forces he narrowed his focus to the next small goal.

    Taking a firmer grip and with Keith on the other side they were able to get her across the room and into place. Almost as soon as she was down and having the autodoc wrapped around an arm did he let the room start spinning. He crashed back heavily into a nearby chair. Remi didn't quite feint but he was going to be useless for a few moments as he tried to regather his wits.
     
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  15. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Sparrow's frantic guidance needed no interpretation. Keith and Remi did not hesitate to help Violet to the clinic's autodoc, all the while trying not to panic over her sudden bleeding.

    Keith stood next to the autodoc, looking between Violet and the digital readout. Granted, it's not like he would know what he was looking at, but it made him feel a little more than useless. There was a thud behind him, which turned out to be Remi half passing out, as he discovered with a glance over his shoulder. Keith almost found it comical, if laughing wouldn't be the absolute worst reaction to the current situation. It seemed like Remi was just going through a minor bit of shock; something he would likely snap out of before long. His attention went back to Violet, then to Wren.

    Keith couldn't see much of what was going on, as his mentor was surrounded by enough medical personnel to block his view. He wanted to check in on her, but knew he would just get in the way. He was out of his element here, and it was a miserable feeling. Keith chided himself over the thought -- as far as miserable feelings went, he certainly didn't compare to the wounded and suffering in the clinic. A squeeze of Violet's hand was meant just as much to snap him out of his train of thought as it was to keep her conscious. "Stay with me. What happened while we were gone, Vi?"
     
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  16. Violet

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    There were voices floating around her, but she couldn't understand them. It sounded as though they were shouting from a room a deck below -- muffled and indecipherable. The tones were nervous, anxious, tense; but she didn't know why. In the back of her mind, she registered that she should be concerned about the issue that was bothering them... but she wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps something was broken on the Alby? No, that couldn't be it. She would hear alarms blaring too if that were the case.

    It was oddly quiet, wherever she was.

    But there was a thick, coppery scent in the air.

    That wasn't right, she would need to fix whatever that was. Busted air recycler or filter, maybe?

    Bright lights dancing in her vision, making it impossible for her to see or focus on anything. She imagined that this is what it felt like to drift in the ocean, though she couldn't be quite sure as she'd never experienced the sensation before. Hell, she couldn't even remember what an ocean looked like in person, although her parents used to tell her that they lived near the coast before they left Earth.

    Her eyes slowly blinked, but she still couldn't see her surroundings. Every movement felt languished and heavy.

    Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought that she should have been in pain... but there was nothing. Just a dull sensation in her belly. Not quite an ache.

    She blinked again and then the world faded into the darkness once more.

    "Dee..." She murmured weakly.


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    Several hours passed.

    The autodoc had pumped enough sedatives into Violet's system to render her unconscious, and would every so often administer another dose of pain medications and neural stimulants to keep her alive. She'd wake every so often, eyes open but unfocused, and delirious from the plethora of medicine.

    Sparrow had managed to stabilize her mother's condition, with the help of Dr. Cardinale, but now her efforts were focused on trying to keep Violet alive. She'd done everything that she could; all they could do now was wait.

    When it became painfully clear what the outcome was going to inevitably be, she ushered both Remi and Keith out into the front room. She gave them each a blanket and pillow, so that they could try to rest on the couches that were positioned against the walls. Her expression was grim and it was clear that she was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.


    She returned now, biting her bottom lip as she looked between the two men though her gaze lingered a moment on Remi. Her hands moved slowly after a few moments, typing out a message for the man to hear on her terminal.

    "She'll live." The voice was oddly flat, unable to convey the proper emotion behind the sentiment that Sparrow would have conveyed if she'd been able to speak.
     
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    Remi was slender enough that when his chest deflated he looked as if he could slip between the cracks in the walls. There was an ashen tone to his skin, now even paler than his usual appearance despite it never having been kissed by sol.

    Remi didn't know what would follow. There was no frame of reference in his limited experience to draw from. It was just days since he had met Violet and only a fraction of that time had been spent with both her awake and himself sober. He didn't know what he should be feeling. It seemed as if he should have known.

    Remi managed a slow nod. "You wanya food or a drink?" he asked Sparrow. She looked exhausted. He was, after all, an outsider to this group. The least he could do was keep out of their way and fetch something for them.

    He felt a touch of despair. It had a different colour to the feelings he had met before. When they had left Ganymede it had felt like doing some good for others. Something new for Remi. It had all been for that bright young woman and it had all ended in disaster regardless. Ganymede had ended in disaster for all those people who had not made it off that rock. Yet Remi hadn't been trying to help them. It was a selfish thought, in the mind of a selfish young man.

    Remi realised he hadn't been breathing and consciously took a breath.
     
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  18. Violet

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    Sparrow glanced down at her terminal, reading the question that Remi had asked her and she shook her head after a few moments. There was always a bit of a delay when communicating with the woman, as she had to wait for the device to translate everything being conveyed into an intelligible format for both parties involved in the conversation.

    She glanced to Keith, who was sleeping on another couch nearby, then she gestured for Remi to follow her into the main room of the clinic.

    It was largely empty now. Chloe was hooked up to several machines and was heavily sedated.

    Nick was seated nearby, watching over her.

    He'd dragged Dr. Cardinale out by the scruff of his neck once they'd stabilized the woman and locked him up in a makeshift cell. They would deal with him later.

    On the other side of the room, Violet was laying on a hospital bed. She was still connected to the autodoc, which was monitoring her vitals and keeping her properly dosed on pain medication. She looked fragile and pale, her physical appearance made it quite clear how close she'd come to the brink.

    Her breaths were shallow, but steady.

    Sparrow bit at her bottom lip again, looking down at her feet. Even if she'd managed to save Violet, she couldn't shake the sense of failure that lingered over her.
     
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  19. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi swallowed hard as he looked from Violet to Wren and back again. They had taken children away from men who would do terrible things, he reminded himself. That would always hold true, but it felt as if he had failed in what he had set out to achieve and managed to get even more people hurt along the way.

    All these thoughts and emotions played out over Remi's face. An indecipherable map of confusion that refused to stay still. He needed a beer, coffee or even a cigarette at this point. The air scrubbers could deal with just one more being lit up.

    "How long will she need to be in bed?" he asked Sparrow. He barely turned his head, glancing down at the terminal she carried. It sounded such a naive question out loud. Probably read just as badly.
     
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  20. Violet

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    Sparrow quirked her mouth sideways at the question, then gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. It was a difficult question to answer. Physically
    she would be able to move in a day or so... but there was no telling the state she would be in once the medicine wore off. She decided to explain this to Remi as best she could.

    "She'll be able to get up in a day or two. But... she'll need time."

    Her hand rubbed at the back of her neck, anxiously chewing at the inside of her cheek.

    "I'm sorry... that I couldn't do more for her. I don't... know what to say."
     
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